I think all of us feel from time to time that "nobody wants to hear what [we] have to say." It is difficult to pour out your heart and get crickets in return--or, worse, dismissive feedback, be it from friends, family, or readers.
But we should not allow apparent apathy to our plight to stop us from exploring it be it in writing or any other art form. For one thing, it is cathartic. For another, we can't really know how many people who read our words are touched or even inspired by them. the truth is that it is very hard to be heard, our voice too often a faint whisper crying in the wilderness that is the great cacophony of posts, books, articles, that the democratization of writing has wrought us, where each of us can be a published writer and it seems there are more people writing and posting their thoughts than there are people reading.
But you matter. Your life experience is as unique as every single snowflake that falls from heaven in every winter storm. There is no other like you in the universe. But, unlike. snowflake whose beauty is easily destroyed when it is trampled under foot or melts, touched by the rays of a rising sun, you can render your life in all its splendor, beauty, sadness, tragedy, and triumph for others to see, feel, experience and in a way attain a form of immortality, even if few read or connect with your words. It takes only one reader who does, one single spark to light a fire to illuminate the darkest corners of life where fear and defeatism live.
Part of a poem I wrote not long ago encapsulates my own thoughts on writing like this:
[from Why i Write]
I'd write if no one read me,
In ink, on sand or in blood,
As long as reason abides,
I know that I will not stop.
It is so for all of us,
Who are writers at our core,
Writing is our very essence,
It is who we are, no more.
Don't deny the world of your unique voice. I do wish you success, but, more importantly, I wish you peace and confidence in the value of your words, your point of view, and your life.
Ironically, this poem wasn't actually about being a writer - it was about having the courage to comment on other people's writing. The democratization of writing means that we are all both writers and readers, and I've read elsewhere about writers that don't appreciate their readers commenting with their own stories, even if said stories relate to the one the writer wrote. Idk if commenting on other people's fanfiction will make the writer feel an obligation towards me and I don't want to be manipulating people, that thought that by relating their fiction to my real life is manipulation, that's what this poem is about. Thank you for your comment and sharing your poem with me, I appreciate you
@Felix Flax,Sorry that I misunderstood. It is one of the qualities of poetry that it can sometimes lead the reader (either by misreading or misinterpretation of the poet's words) to a very different vision or point than that intended.
This hits hard cz I kinda stopped all my creative hobbies including writing cz I thought there's no way I'll be good enough for anyone to care. But I am slowly trying to return to them. Though the feeling won't go away, I guess we just have to ignore it.
The way i see it, i've been moved by writing from decades ago, so its possible someone in the future might need my creations even if nobody cares right now
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But we should not allow apparent apathy to our plight to stop us from exploring it be it in writing or any other art form. For one thing, it is cathartic. For another, we can't really know how many people who read our words are touched or even inspired by them. the truth is that it is very hard to be heard, our voice too often a faint whisper crying in the wilderness that is the great cacophony of posts, books, articles, that the democratization of writing has wrought us, where each of us can be a published writer and it seems there are more people writing and posting their thoughts than there are people reading.
But you matter. Your life experience is as unique as every single snowflake that falls from heaven in every winter storm. There is no other like you in the universe. But, unlike. snowflake whose beauty is easily destroyed when it is trampled under foot or melts, touched by the rays of a rising sun, you can render your life in all its splendor, beauty, sadness, tragedy, and triumph for others to see, feel, experience and in a way attain a form of immortality, even if few read or connect with your words. It takes only one reader who does, one single spark to light a fire to illuminate the darkest corners of life where fear and defeatism live.
Part of a poem I wrote not long ago encapsulates my own thoughts on writing like this:
[from Why i Write]
I'd write if no one read me,
In ink, on sand or in blood,
As long as reason abides,
I know that I will not stop.
It is so for all of us,
Who are writers at our core,
Writing is our very essence,
It is who we are, no more.
Don't deny the world of your unique voice. I do wish you success, but, more importantly, I wish you peace and confidence in the value of your words, your point of view, and your life.
But I am slowly trying to return to them. Though the feeling won't go away, I guess we just have to ignore it.